dance #145, gus
Friday May 15, 2009
Gus
7:30 p.m. in Emma’s living room in Vancouver. Gus dances at his mother’s feet while she talks on the phone. He bounces excitably, bum to heels. He’s holding the spiraling phone cord as he bounces, drawing it into the dance. It is a light, buoyant, rhythmic dance, the lightness of his bounces transduced through the springing cord. He is just waking now as I draw and write. I can hear his cries over the monitor. He is the most delightful creature. Playful and laughing. The day was full of sunshine and warmth. Mountains and flowers filled my view.
a dance a day 